Wiggle, Wiggle

Shortly after my alarm went off this morning, we had an earthquake here. It wasn’t much by the time it reached where we live, but I definitely noticed it. I heard it before I felt it, because it sounded like a big gust of wind hit our outside wall and made it crack and groan, and then our bed started to shake slightly. The shaking felt like my dog was scratching an itch near her tail and really getting into it, but she was snuggled up sleeping still.

I had time to open my ABC7 news app on my iPhone and look at the QuakeCam they have on there, and when I first started the live feed, it was still, but within a few seconds, it started jiggling all over. It took a few minutes for all of the local news stations to start reporting on it, but the comments people have written on Facebook have been positively epic! Props to this guy. It’s my favorite.

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A lot of people are freaking out because it happened during El Niño storms. I don’t understand the superstition thinking behind that, but I’ll let them have their panic attacks, if that’s what they really want. Speaking of El Niño, we had a nice, long rain yesterday, and it’s already raining again this morning. I had time to run down to the laundry room and wash some rugs before the rain hit, so I’m glad I got it done first thing this morning. I’m not going to attempt any more loads of laundry today, because they’ll just get drenched on their way back to my apartment from the laundry room. I want a washer/dryer in my apartment, dammit!

Just for your amusement, I’ll leave you with this screenshot I took of the ABC7 QuakeCam.



Go With the Flow

I have been pretty busy this past week, and I’m still trying to catch up on my rest from a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been so exhausted! I think because I went all out with celebrating my husband’s birthday and Father’s Day, my body has decided that it wants a vacation. I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept this much! It feels good, but I also know that when I’m sleeping, nothing is getting done! It’s a no-win situation.

I’m just going with the flow right now. I figure that I should probably listen to my body, and if it’s saying I need a break, then I shouldn’t push myself too far. I don’t want to end up doped up on pain relievers and laying in bed because I didn’t. That would be more shitty than just getting a little done here and there!

Fibromyalgia just sucks! It literally sucks. It sucks the energy out of your body when you most need it. I wouldn’t personally wish this on anyone. If you have it, you know what it’s like. I think that the best way to handle it is to pay attention to the signals your body and brain are sending and don’t try to override them. I’m not good at this, because when something needs to be done, I just want to do it and get it over with. I get very annoyed with myself when I can’t. Then, I start finding more stuff that needs to be done, and nit-picking at things I don’t feel I got done right. The next thing I know, I’m pushing myself to do all of it, and I find myself totally overwhelmed.

So, this week I’m going to just try to focus on feeling better. If I don’t post much, it’s probably because I’m taking a lot of naps.


I don’t normally shop at Walmart. I usually avoid it like the plague. Since moving to Southern California, I’ve had a heap of bad experiences at the local Walmarts, and couple those with the fact that Walmart is just about the shittiest corporation and employer on the planet, I choose to go elsewhere for my groceries.

Yesterday, since I was feeling so crappy, I took a long nap and got up to go grocery shopping around 12:30. I decided to go to Walmart, because I didn’t want to have to go to several different stores for all my groceries like I normally do. Plus, I needed things like Dawn dish soap and SOS pads, so I figured it would be easiest to just grab everything at Walmart, instead of running through three or so different stores.

I was minding my own business, navigating my cart down all of the aisles to grab the various items I needed, when who did I run into but my husband’s ex-wife. Ugh! Some days, it feels as if there’s no escaping the woman! She is everywhere! While it’s amusing to see her pathetic self walking 2-3 miles to work every morning, it isn’t so amusing to run into her in the supermarket, when you’re dressed in your frumpy sweat pants and a comfortable T-shirt because you feel like shit.

I know the look that says, “I’m trying really hard to act like I didn’t notice you!” when I see it. She had it written all over her face. Whereas I will look someone in the eye and waggle and eyebrow or possibly smile at them if I recognize them, she was trying her best to pretend she didn’t see me. I couldn’t help but laugh when she hauled ass down the main action alley of the grocery section toward checkout after running into me. I guess her past can’t seem to stop popping up and saying hi to her, but it’s also slightly annoying for me, as well. One of these times, when I run into her, I’m just going to walk up and give her a bear hug and act like she’s my long lost best friend. I know it would be truly horrifying on her part, but it would make me extremely satisfied to make her uncomfortable while being as sweet as rotten honey to her.

I texted my husband after the encounter. When I picked him up from work, the first words out of his mouth were, “So I hear you and my ex-wife got acquainted in Walmart today!” HAH!

If I Could Add Another Hour to my Day

I’d spend the extra hour sleeping. I’d put it smack-dab in the middle of darkness, and use it to catch extra Z’s. I’m serious. Days are too short as it is, and too much has to be done for me to go to bed early most days, so adding an extra hour of sleep would be amazing for me.

Having Fibromyalgia means I have to get a certain number of hours of sleep, or I’m screwed for the rest of the day, and possibly the next couple, as well. When I skimp on my sleep, it makes me hurt. It makes me a crabby bitch. Not getting enough sleep means I, and everyone around me, suffer greatly for my mistake. I wouldn’t be hurt at all by adding an hour to my sleep time, because I don’t feel I get enough as it is, and that’s not by choice.

When I was thinking about this, I first thought I’d add the extra hour to late evening, so I’d have an extra hour to spend with my husband while the kiddo is in bed, but I think we get enough time as it is, and sleep would be more important than that. Plus, I think even he could use an extra hour of sleep. I don’t think he gets enough as it is! He probably feels otherwise, considering he always comes to bed after I have long since passed out, but I think he’d benefit greatly from having an extra hour.

What would you do with an extra hour added to the day? If we had 25 hour days instead of 24, how would you spend that extra hour?

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Bitch, Bitch, Gripe, Gripe!

UGH! Today sucks royal monkey nuts!

I feel like shit! It’s been hotter than the underside of the devil’s ball sack around here, so I haven’t exactly been sleeping well. I must have a fan blowing on me because it’s warm in our bedroom, but the fan dries out my airways and makes me cough and choke all night.

Also, my hubby had to be up long before the asscrack of motherfricken’ dawn this morning (four frickin’ AM, to be precise) to catch a ride to work with a coworker, and naturally, I woke up when he did. Changes in my sleep schedule screw me up like you can’t even imagine! I’m just sitting here in what feels like a drunken stupor with a low-grade headache slowly pulsing through my head, trying to figure out what I need to do today.

I did manage to get our rent check to the post office, which is a huge accomplishment, considering how ghastly I feel, but beyond that, I just don’t foresee much getting accomplished. I shouldn’t have drunk that large Carl’s Jr. coffee, because now that I want to lay down and catch a little sleep, my brain won’t shut the fuck up and leave me alone.

This is one of those posts that rarely happens, because normally I’m in a decent mood, but today just ain’t my day! Sorry for falling back into my Texas twang there, but gaaaaaaaawd! I feel like crap! I’m literally watching the clock tick along, hoping that 1:00 hurries up and gets here, so I can go get the hubs from work, because I plan on coming home afterwards and crashing hard. I’m sure he can figure out how to make French Bread Pizzas for dinner (I think the name would be more accurate if I called it Garlic Bread Pizzas, though.)

I. need. sleep.